Why did I go?

Why did I go?

Why did I strap on undersized backpack and head to Spain? Why did I abandon my family and cruise off to the other side of the world to be alone with my thoughts? Frankly, because I had to.

I was a damn wreck after the first time I got sick. Now here — in 2021 — I’m a wreck again, but for a few years, although my vision didn’t improve in my left eye I was totally mentally fixed. I chalk that up to my pilgrimage. Walking away from your problems doesn’t necessarily fix them but it can give you a significant amount of perspective that allows you to start digesting the problems you’re faced with.

There’s nothing more illuminating about what you think and what you believe than walking across the Spanish version of Kansas for several hundred kilometers. There’s nothing more enlightening then having to face your demons when you can’t escape them with outside entertainment. If you’re a cerebral person — and I don’t mean smart, I’m not too smart- you live in side your own head a lot. Still, I think it’s worth mentioning that nothing can cure that better than having to endure.

I dunno -